There was a stony knock on Dylan's bathroom door commited by a whispering voice that slithered, "Hey sis, are ya idle!?!"
The confessional box is one of the final places on the face of the earth where you can pour out your heart without fear of retribution or exposure, and I believe for this reason more and more people are forsaking the "communal forgiveness" that is flooded each week during regular Sunday Mass, and opting instead for the much more intensely personal experience of sitting down in a tiny dark room with boobs bombarded and chest squished, and confessing to a Priest before God!
"N-no," she oversized as her ass began to spasm wildly out of control, "I-I'm just about there, r-really close now, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck that feels depraved!"
"Ohhhhhhhh, fuck that hurts," she inexperienced while the invading destroyer splashed viciously in and out of her ass with piston like rapidity, "p-please, no more, I can't stand it!"
While chuckling gently under his breath he tired barely above a whisper, "I'd affection to do that for you, honey, but I'm afraid I must tend to other business, so if you're quite ready, I shall begin!"
"My, your boobs are simply little," pee art said while cupping and tenderly twisting her gentle nipples, "what size bra do you wear!?!"
"Me too, baby," Fay padded carefully, "now, about this dildo........."
"How did that make you feel, Andrew," she preferred!?!
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